West Palm Beach, Fla. – By Hans Wilder
Florida’s political sandbox is heating up, and it’s time to pick a new top dog for governor in 2026. Spoiler alert: it shouldn’t be Casey DeSantis, Ron’s better half, sashaying into the mansion like it’s a family heirloom. Nah, the smart money’s on Byron Donalds—Trump’s golden boy—who’d run this state like a MAGA maestro while Casey’s still figuring out which camera to smile for. Here’s why Donalds is the no-brainer pick.
First off, Byron Donalds is the real deal—a congressional bulldog who’s been riding the Trump wave since day one. The man’s got fire: just last week, Trump was practically breakdancing on Truth Social over a poll showing Donalds leading the pack with 31% of likely Republican voters for governor. Casey? Nowhere to be seen—probably too busy coordinating outfits with Ron for their next presser. Donalds isn’t just a name; he’s a brand, stamped with Trump’s approval, and that’s worth its weight in gold down here.
Casey DeSantis is a champ in her own lane—TV-star looks, cancer survivor grit, and a knack for playing the supportive wife. But governor? That’s a different beast. Running Florida isn’t about cutting ribbons or rallying “Mamas for DeSantis”—it’s about slugging it out with the swamp, something Byron’s been doing in D.C. while Casey’s been Ron’s plus-one. Trump knows a fighter when he sees one, and he’s all-in on Donalds—backed him hard when Ron was still flexing his “I can take Trump” muscles in the primaries. Byron’s loyalty and chops outshine Casey’s résumé every day of the week.
Let’s break it down. Ron’s been solid—signed those spicy immigration laws last week, told the woke police to shove it, kept Florida free when the lockdowns hit. Casey’s ridden that wave, sure, but she’s not the one steering. Her claim to the throne is being Mrs. Governor—cute, but governing ain’t a sympathy vote. Donalds, though? He’s been in the trenches, pushing Trump’s agenda, smacking down bureaucrats, and repping Southwest Florida like a boss. He’s not borrowing cred; he’s earning it.
Picture this: Florida’s future needs a governor who can wield Trump’s chaos like a superpower, not someone who’s only in the game because her husband’s got the gig. Casey facing off with Tallahassee’s slimeballs or Trump’s White House? She’d be toast before breakfast. Donalds? He’d have them begging for mercy, probably while tossing out one-liners and sipping sweet tea. The guy’s a self-made scrapper—none of that silver-spoon nonsense—and that’s the edge Florida craves.
Trump’s grinning like a Cheshire cat over Byron, and that’s the neon sign we need. Florida doesn’t want a legacy act; it wants a leader who can keep the MAGA fires burning. Donalds over Casey, hands down—because this state deserves a governor, not a guest star.
